#tabooroles

setting: Tyler and Jeremiah have been together for a while now, but something is missing. 

Sometimes Jeremiah thought he might be cursed, the excitement of a new relationship flooded him and for months things would be going great - but this - this feeling would always happen. They’d gone out for dinner as part of their date night, trading cordial conversation and making polite small talk, but there was no spark there. No heat. When Jeremiah had first met Tyler he’d barely been able to keep his hands off of him, their sex was some of the best he’d ever had. Tyler was obviously attractive, but Jeremiah felt his desire slowly dwindling and wasn’t sure how much longer he could do this for. They walked back to Jeremiah’s place now, a condominium on the nice side of town that cost more money than most people would see in a decade, and Jeremiah could already tell how things were going to play out. Tyler would go down on him until he got hard, then they’d fuck in missionary until they both came, asleep all of fifteen minutes later. It wasn’t exciting, at least, not anymore. “Nice night.” Jeremiah commented cordially, already envisioning the end. 

Tony smacked Oliver’s bare ass as he whined. He had him completely naked while Tony was still dressed with his dick free and pants around his knees. The little slut needed this dick. He kept trying to get away but always crawled back. “You know i can bitch, but just for saying that you’ll have to beg like the slut you are for the next one. go ahead. Beg.”

“So this is it?” Darren asked as he was brought into the bedroom of the house that belonged to his newest slut, Harrison. His eyes roamed over the bed, wondering how many orgasms had been faked as his slut tried to fuck his husband with the tiny little prick he possessed. Ultimately, his plan was to make Harrison and his husband both his pretty little sluts, desperate for his meaty cock and hungry to serve him, but first? First he wanted to make Harrison’s husband watch as he fucked the man right out of Harrison and turned him into his own little boy. “This is the bed you share with your husband?”

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Of all the whores that Marlon had under him, Tyler was beyond his favorite. A fresh-faced white boy with an ass that made the pimp double back, he stood behind the boy as the other gripped his counter, gliding back and forth on Marlon’s engorged cock as his hungry little hole aggressively swallowed the man’s veiny shaft. “Yeah, that’s right.” He bucked his hips as the other pulled forward and made Tyler hit his head against the counter, “Take daddy’s nice big dig like the pro whore you are.”

“Now kid you know how this goes. You help me and I help you?” Luke said talking to his most valued informant. The kid had info he needed and though he had a strange and rather steep price it was one Luke was willing to pay. “Now give me my info and I’ll give you something else.”

“There we go.” He sad as Jason moaned. He could tell the other had been resisting before but just like everyone else once he got introduced to Lewis Masters cock he changed his tune. “That’s because it is. Here get closer, feel it.” he says taking his son’s best friend by the hand and moving that hand to his bulge. “You feel that, that’s soft. But you can get it hard, you’ve done it plenty of times walking around here that gorgeous body on display.”

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The three men stood over Oliver, the boy spread with the floor across his shoulder and his chin against his neck. Corey, Isaac, and Jeremiah hold his legs in place as they glower down at his badly abused hole. Each took turns fucking him, edging out their orgasms as they pulled out and let the next man go to stretch out their little fucktoy as much as possible.

Corey smirked to Oliver’s left, four fingers buried in the boy’s hole. Oliver was supposed to be tutoring him, the all-American boyish good looks of the hard bodied twink had spurred something devilish in Corey’s thoughts. He invited a couple of his older friends over and now they were each taking turns on the nerds asshole. His arms flexed as he jerked and pulled at his own cock while simultaneously twisting his fingers against Oliver’s prostate. “This ass actually used to be tight,” he laughed, “you aren’t going to be walking anywhere for a while.”

To Oliver’s right Jeremiah kept a firm grip on his cock, pumping up and down as he slowly edged himself towards an orgasm. He’d already been inside the boy twice and was eager to finish inside, grunting as he leaned against the boy’s contorted frame. He was young, but old enough to know his way around a cock. “Maybe we’ll keep you around a while,” Jeremiah teased, his hand wrapped around Oliver’s foot as he buried his cheek against it, grunting into his hand as he did his best to keep himself from climaxing too soon. “Use you up like the little toy you are.”

Isaac pulled out of Oliver as he stood in between his legs, furiously pumping his cock as his bronzed skin reddened, “Fuck I’m gonna-” he grunted agressively, “I’m gonna-” hot ribbons of cum shot from the tip of his cock, shooting all over Oliver’s hole as he smeared it with his tip, depositing the rest of it inside of the boy. He sheathed himself in the other one final time as he pumped the remainder of his load into Oliver, quivering through the aftershock as he rode out his orgasm inside of Oliver.